“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“How much thinking?”
She smiled a little. “I’m not sure, really. I don’t think I wanted to admit that… you know.”
“Things might change between us?”
“Yes.” She frowned at me. “I’m not sure this is something you would want.”
“Between the two of us,” I said, “I think I probably have more insight into that one.”
She frowned. “How do you know it’s what you want?”
“Last Halloween,” I said, “I wanted to murder Kincaid.”
Murphy glanced down as her cheeks turned pink. “Oh.”
“Not literally,” I said, then paused. “Well. I guess it was literally. But the urge died down a little.”
“I see,” she said.
“Are you and him…?” I asked, leaving the question open.
“I saw him at New Year’s,” she said. “But we aren’t in anything deep. Neither of us want that. We’re friends. We enjoy the company. That’s all.
I frowned. “We’re friends too,” I said. “But I’ve never taken your pants off.”
“We’re different,” she said, her blush renewing. She gave me an oblique look from beneath pale eyelashes. “Is it something you want?”
My heart sped up a little. “Uh. Pants removal?”
She arched a brow and tilted her head, waiting for an answer.
“Murph, I haven’t been with a woman for…”I shook my head. “Look, you ask any guy if he wants to have sex and he’s going to say yes. Generally speaking. It’s in the union manual.”
Her eyes sparkled. “Including you?” she pressed.
“I’m a guy,” I said. “So yes.” I frowned, thinking about it. “And… and no.”
She smiled at me and nodded. “I know. You couldn’t do casual. You commit yourself too deeply. You care too much. We couldn’t have something light. You would never settle for that.”
She was probably right. I nodded.
“I don’t know if I could give you what you want, Harry.” Then she took a deep breath and said, “And there are other reasons. We work together.”
“I noticed.”
She didn’t quite smile. “What I mean is… I can’t let relationships come close to my job. It isn’t good for either.”
I said nothing.
“I’m a cop, Harry.”
My belly twisted a little as I realized the rejection in the words, and the lack of any room for compromise. “I know you are.”
“I serve the law.”
“You do,” I said. “You always have.”
“I can’t walk away from it. I won’t walk away from it.”
“I know that too.”
“And… we’re so different. Our worlds.”
“Not really,” I said. “We sort of hang around in the same one, most of the time.”
“That’s work,” she said quietly. “My work isn’t everything about me. Or it shouldn’t be. I’ve tried a relationship built on having that in common.”
“Rick,” I said.
She nodded. Pain flickered in her eyes. I never would have seen that a few years before. But I’d seen Murphy in good times and bad-mostly bad. She’d never say it, never want me to say anything about it, but I knew that her failed marriages had wounded her more deeply than she would ever admit. In a way, I suspected that they explained some of her professional drive and ambition. She was determined to make the career work. Something had to.
And maybe she’d been hurt even more deeply than that. Maybe badly enough that she wouldn’t want to leave herself open to it again. Long-term relationships have the potential for long-term pain. Maybe she didn’t want to go through it again.
“What if you weren’t a cop?”
She smiled faintly. “What if you weren’t a wizard?”
“Touche. But indulge me.”
She tilted her head and studied me for a minute. Then she said, “What happens when Susan comes back?”
I shook my head. “She isn’t.”
Her tone turned dry. “Indulge me.”
I frowned. “I don’t know,” I said quietly. “We decided to break it off. And… I suspect we’d see a lot of things very differently now.”
“But if she wanted to try again?” Murphy asked.
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Let’s say we get together,” Murphy said. “How many kids do you want?”
I blinked. “What?”
“You heard me.”
“I don’t…” I blinked a few more times. “I hadn’t really thought about it.” So I thought about it for a second. I thought about the merry chaos of the Carpenter household. God, I’d have given anything for that when I was little.
But any child of mine would inherit more than my eyes and killer chin. There were a lot of people who didn’t think much of me. A lot of not-people thought that way, too. Any child of mine would be bound to inherit some of my enemies, and worse, maybe some of my allies. My own mother had left me a legacy of perpetual suspicion and doubt, and nasty little surprises that occasionally popped out of the hoary past.
Murphy watched me, blue eyes steady and serious. “It’s a big question,” she said quietly.
I nodded, slowly. “Maybe you’re thinking about this too much, Murph,” I said. “Logic and reason and planning for the future. What’s in your heart doesn’t need that.”
“I used to think that, too.” She shook her head. “I was wrong. Love isn’t all you need. And I just don’t see us together, Harry. You’re dear to me. I couldn’t ask for a kinder friend. I’d walk through fire for you.”
“You already did,” I said.
“But I don’t think I could be the kind of lover you want. We wouldn’t go together.”
“Why not?”
“At the end of the day,” she said quietly, “we’re too different. You’re going to live for a long time, if you don’t get killed. Centuries. I’m going to be around another forty, fifty years at the most.”
“Yeah,” I said. It was one of those things I tried really hard not to dwell on.
She said, even more quietly, “I don’t know if I’ll get serious with a man again. But if I do… I want it to be someone who will build a family with me. Grow old with me.” She reached up and touched the side of my face with warm fingers. “You’re a good man, Harry. But you couldn’t be what I need, either.”
Murphy took her thumb from the button and left the elevator.
I didn’t follow her right away.
She didn’t look back.
Stab.
Twist.
God, I love being a wizard.
Chapter Twenty-three
The room was typical of my usual hotel experience: clean, plain, and empty. I made sure the blinds were pulled, looked around, and shoved the small round table at one side of the room over against the wall to leave me some open space in the middle of the floor. I slung my backpack down on the bed.
“Need anything?” Murphy asked. She stood in the doorway to the room. She didn’t want to come in.
“Think I have it all. Just need some quiet to get it set up.” There was no reason not to give Murphy a way out of the awkwardness the conversation had brought on. “There’s something I’m curious about. Maybe you could check it out.”
“Pell’s theater,” Murphy guessed. I could hear some relief in her voice.
“Yes. Maybe you could cruise by it and see what’s to be seen.”
She frowned. “Think there might be something in there?”
“I don’t know enough to think anything yet, but it’s possible,” I said. “You get a bad feeling about anything, don’t hang around. Just vamoose.”
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I already planned to do that.” She went to the door. “Shouldn’t take me long. I’ll contact you in half an hour, let’s say?”